The morning after we buried my father, my ex-husband’s new wife walked straight into his garden and told me to begin packing my belongings.

was a pause.

Then Eleanor’s voice dropped.

“Hannah, listen carefully. Do not open anything else you find. Bring that envelope to my office immediately. And do not speak to Mason, Brooke, or Tyler alone.”

My mouth went dry.

“Eleanor… what did my father do?”

“He protected you,” she said. “And I think tomorrow, they’re going to find out how much.”

I drove to continue reading …